Knight's Game (12 page)

She shook her head.

‘Sure you would.’

‘No, Dominic.’ But her voice caught at the last because he slipped the second silver sphere upward where it struck
the first and the faint ringing sound was adjunct to the most delicious ripple of pure, unspoiled pleasure. A soft, involuntary moan issued from her mouth in a breathy shimmer of sound.

‘See, you were wrong.’ A matter-of-fact observation. ‘Now, let’s see where else you’re wrong. Not humanly possible you said.’ He forced the ben wa balls deeper, which arrested her dissent and gave rise to a tantalizing little purr instead. ‘Don’t worry, this is small,’ he said, needlessly since her attention was internally focused and hot desire was swiftly rising unchecked in spiralling ripples to every trembling nerve in her body. He spread her pouty sex with his thumb and forefinger, eased in the convex end of the cylinder-shaped eggplant and gently pushed until a third of it disappeared; he glanced up. ‘Good so far?’

Her eyes were shut, her nipples taut, stiff peaks, her breathing erratic, the rosy flush rising up her neck and face, manifesting arousal.

‘Answer me, baby. Are we good?’ He didn’t require an answer; he just wanted one.

She recognized the small gruffness in his voice. She could have refused to answer, but swamped in blissful delight, she was more than willing to appease him. Her lashes lifted slightly, she held his cool blue gaze and smiled. ‘Everything’s perfect.’

‘Right,’ he said. Shoving the smooth lavender object deeper, he watched her face. ‘How’s that?
More
perfect?’

She gasped as the pressure on her G-spot intensified and
the invading mock dildo nudged the ben wa balls deeper so they slid titillating and smooth as silk along the rich network of seething, skittish nerves that were switched on to hot and horny. Greedy for more of that exquisite, carnal jolt, wildly impatient, she flexed her hips, reaching for the next flame-hot, explosive thrill, the tinkle of bells marking her restless urgency.

‘You like that?’ he whispered, neither expecting a reply nor requiring one with conciliation his watchword tonight. It was her playtime. He was only the means to that end.

Placing the heel of his palm just above the cusp of her pubic bone, he pressed gently, and was gratified when she instantly went still. It wasn’t that he’d doubted her abstinence the month past – or at least not much – but her swift response soothed any niggling suspicions. She was hungry for sex, her orgasmic trigger rocket ready.

Oh, Christ. Since when did he micro-manage a woman’s personal life?

Then the first small orgasmic ripple flared through Kate’s long-deprived, Dominic-famished senses and she gasped, ‘Sorry … I can’t wait.’

He smiled.
Some things never change.
‘Don’t be sorry, baby; that’s why I’m here. So you don’t have to wait.’ And his uneasy thoughts gave way to more immediate issues. Increasing the pressure of his palm on the immovable object solidly submerged in Katherine’s lush sex, he gently massaged her sweet spot, fully aware of her breath-held, eyes-shut, on-the-brink tremors. Her back was arched, her body
taut, the slight, irresistible quiver fluttering under his palm signalling her imminent climax. ‘Need a little help?’ A whisper-soft rhetorical question he answered himself. ‘Try this.’ Slipping his other hand between her legs, he gently eased his middle finger between the makeshift dildo and her swollen clit, and delicately stroked the sleek, distended nub. Listening to her tiny, vaporous whimpers quicken as her arousal began peaking, he softly caressed her impressionable little clit with a well-practised facileness, and enchanted – as always – with her complete lack of discretion, he watched her wild, headlong, careening race to climax.

Then, moments later, as she hurtled over the edge, he smiled indulgently, pleased with his complicity in what would surely be an extraordinary night. He was even more pleased with the degree and intensity of the powerful, roiling orgasmic tidal wave engulfing her.

He calmly waited for her inevitable scream.

But Kate was holding her breath against the sheer, stunning ecstasy melting through her body, instinctively preserving what she had so long missed – the fathomless splendour, the incomprehensible rapture, the hot, hot, hot delirium.

Until ultimately her lungs rebelled.

She gasped for air.

Taking advantage of the minute pause, Dominic placed the tip of the slender cucumber where his finger had been, forced the additional dildo deeper, gently jammed it against both her clit and G-spot, then nudged it an infinitesimal
distance more. ‘Is it too much?’ he murmured just before he placed his palm against the portion still visible and pushed.

Her wild scream shattered the stillness, her entire body went still. And a second tempestuous orgasm overtook the remnants of the first in an overwrought, mind-blowing, scorching explosion of pleasure piled upon seething pleasure that lasted and lasted and lasted …

Because Dominic was technically adept at sustaining orgasmic sensation and particularly intent on pleasing the beautiful young woman who had sabotaged his entire way of life, reconfigured his notions of personal freedom and brought him inexplicable happiness.

This was his version of welcoming her back.

Sometime later, Kate felt the world return by slow degrees: sound, marginal perception, smell – God, she loved Dominic’s shampoo if that was what made him smell so good: musky and sweet, with a faint undertone of cedar that reminded her of home. She opened her eyes.

‘Did you enjoy yourself?’

She gazed up into Dominic’s handsome face and amused blue gaze. ‘You feel smug, don’t you?’ But her voice was languorous, soft with content.

He shook his head, the faint movement dislodging a sweep of black hair he’d shoved behind his ear. ‘Just useful.’

Her smile was serene. ‘Modest too.’

He shrugged. ‘You’re always easy. You know that.’

Knowing how wrong he was – she’d never climaxed with
anyone other than him – she chose to change the subject rather than admit her one and only passion to a man least likely to appreciate the confession; he had women falling all over him. She expected he always had. ‘Your hair’s longer,’ she said, redirecting her thoughts and the conversation.

‘I was too lazy to have it cut.’ And too indifferent when his life had been totally fucked.

‘I like it.’ She reached up and slipped the errant tress behind his ear.

‘I like everything about you,’ he said, simply.

‘Good, because you’ve become my drug of choice, my addiction, my greatest pleasure.’ She gave him a shaky smile, her dispassionate intentions countermanded by her non-conformist heart. ‘You can’t leave this time,’ she whispered.

‘I won’t.’ He didn’t even question his promise or debate who had left whom. In fact, he was seriously considering locking up Katherine and throwing away the key like some depraved throwback from an earlier age. Or perhaps like a megalomaniac – which was closer to type for the freewheeling, unbridled, exempt-from-rules Dominic Knight.

‘Oh, Lord.’ She made a face. ‘Feel free to jerk me back to reality when I get too demanding. I shouldn’t have said that.’

‘Say whatever you want. I mean it. Most of the world tells me what they think I want to hear. You’re different.’ He touched her cheek gently. ‘In every imaginable way.’

‘And I like your every-imaginable-way world-class
orgasms,’ she said with a lift of her brows, intent on restoring the dynamic to playful rather than lay her heart at his feet where it would most likely be trampled. ‘Really, I can’t thank you enough.’

His practised smile was instant and effortless. ‘So, we did good?’ He smoothly slid the provisional dildos free.

Her smile was angelic.

Or maybe it was just her wide-eyed look of wonder that conjured up words like
angelic
. A concept he would have found unthinkable short weeks ago.

‘It was a thousand times better than good.’ She lazily stretched as though recalling lush sensation. ‘God, I missed you – and all this … the defenceless desire, the insatiable need’ – she smiled – ‘the mind-blowing happy endings.’

While locking up women and angelic smiles were aberrant considerations in his life,
that
he understood with unequivocal clarity – hot sex; hot, intense sex. He’d missed that too. ‘I’m not going anywhere,’ he said, quietly.

Her smile was wobbly again, his earnestness affecting her tenuous hold on good judgement. ‘I’ll probably drive you away I’m so crazy needy.’

‘I like your crazy.’ Bending low, his dark hair falling forward to frame his face, he brushed a kiss down the fine bridge of her nose. ‘I have from the first. So you won’t drive me away.’ He arched one brow. ‘And just so we’re clear, you won’t be leaving any time soon either.’

‘I can’t.’ She ran her fingers down his arm and said in a breathy little hiccup, ‘I’m truly addicted.’

He grinned. ‘You just like to fuck.’

‘I hope that’s not a problem.’ Her voice was teasing again; there were certain rules to this game.

‘I hope it’s not a problem when I fuck you twenty-four/seven.’ A purposeful statement without a hint of teasing.

A flicker of unease in her eyes. ‘You’re kidding.’

‘Uh-uh.’ He reached for the tie on her left wrist, pulled it free, reached for the second tie.

‘You can’t mean it.’ Her apprehension was plain.

‘I do.’ He pulled the second tie loose and shot her a bland look. ‘You’re my constant wet dream, baby.’ Revealing his emotions was a radical departure best managed in small doses. He’d admitted more of his feelings in the last few minutes than he had in his lifetime. He preferred the familiar world of sex and more sex. That was his comfort zone.

‘If you didn’t sound so scary, I’d say thank you.’

‘Believe me, I should be thanking you. I’ve never been so horny. Come on,’ he said, picking her up and putting her on his lap. ‘Let’s see if those ben wa balls turn you on when you walk. And then I’m thinking my dick, your big tits and a couple of orgasms. Don’t panic,’ he quickly added. ‘Two – as in yours and mine. Yours first, of course, because I’m not stupid.’ He slid his index finger inside her for a quick check; nothing distracted her like sex. And he’d had enough touchy-feely talk for one night.

She caught her breath, uttered a small throaty moan on cue. Then another, as he slid off the bed, the pressure of his
forearm on her bottom wedging the silver spheres deeper. ‘You OK?’ he said, setting her on her feet.

‘Not really.’ She drew in a breath, her knees had gone weak, a high-wattage delirium was jolting her senses in a tumultuous frenzy.

He politely held her upright until her agitation diminished. Then he said, ‘Good now?’ as though understanding perfectly the finite pitch and measure of her arousal.

She nodded.

He dropped his hands. ‘Now don’t move without my per—’ He caught himself. ‘Just relax for a minute.’

She smiled faintly. ‘Good save.’

‘I’m walking a damned tightrope tonight, baby,’ he murmured with a lazy smile. ‘No question.’

‘Consider it a learning experience,’ she purred.

His gaze was suddenly blast-furnace hot. ‘Maybe for us both,’ he said with exaggerated courtesy. Then he turned away, walked across the bedroom to a linen-covered sofa set against the wall and sat, facing her. Stretching out his arms along the sofa back, he slid down on his spine, spread his legs slightly, his perfectly formed erection fucking beautiful, Kate thought like a genuine, grade A addict. ‘OK, baby.’ He crooked his finger. ‘See if you can make it this far.’

She shook her head. ‘I don’t think so.’

‘Those ben wa balls are small.’ He spoke softly. ‘You can do it.’

‘What do you mean small?’ She could feel them with every feverish nerve; she was creamy wet and antsy.

‘As in not large,’ he said with a flicker of a smile. ‘You can take more. You know you can. We don’t have to argue about that. Now, come to daddy, baby. Move slowly. One step, then two.’ He pointed to the floor before his feet, then looked up. ‘Got it?’

‘I hope that’s not an order.’

‘Would that be a problem?’ he inquired silkily.

‘Maybe. Why don’t you come here and fuck me instead.’

‘Because that’s not the way it works.’ His voice was patently tolerant, as though explaining particle physics to a novice.

‘You said—’

‘Trust me, baby. I know what you want. If I keep this up, you’ll come just standing there. You like orders.’

‘So do you.’

He smiled. ‘Then we’re good. I give the orders, you take them and I’ll keep you climaxing all night. And tomorrow too, although …’ Time enough to mention San Francisco when they were on the way to the airport. Right now, he had to take care of her pussy and his dick ASAP. Seriously, he was about to explode; self-control had its limits.

‘What about tomorrow?’

‘I’m going to be fucking you tomorrow. Did I not say that?’

‘Finally,’ she said pettishly, ‘I won’t have to beg for your dick.’

His gaze was laser-sharp. ‘You still don’t have any goddamn patience,’ he said coolly.

‘And you still know how to be a prick,’ she said in a voice
that would have cut glass. ‘For your information I’m not interested in your control freak issues.’ She smiled tightly. ‘Call me selfish.’

The distance between them was suddenly acrid with spleen.

The silence equally caustic.

A five count later, Dominic’s small sigh barely rippled the air. Sliding upright in a silken flow of bronzed muscle, he raked his fingers through his hair, dropped his hands and flicked a finger in Kate’s direction. ‘Have it your way then. There’s condoms in the drawer behind you. If you don’t care about your latex allergy, I don’t see why I should.’

When she turned, her gasp brought him to his feet in a flash and a second later, he was holding her upright, two of his fingers deep inside her, pulling out the ben wa balls. Tossing them on the bed, he dipped his head and whispered in her ear, ‘I warn you, I’m only doing this once with a condom. I have long-range plans and they don’t include you being out of commission with some latex allergy. So no argument. Agreed?’ Lifting her, he seated her on the edge of the bed, frowned. ‘I need an answer.’